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That he may never dream I may return. With all its guilt, it were to come again.
Alonzo, I am now no more thy king,

Why did we know so soon, or why at all,
But still thy friend, and by that holy name, That sin could be conceal'd in such a bliss ?
Adjure thee to perform my last request.

Alm. Men have a larger privilege of words, Make our conditions with yon captive king, Else I should speak : but we must part, Sebastian; Secure me but my solitary cell ;

That's all the name that I have left to call thee: 'Tis all I ask him for a crown restor'd.

I must not call thee by the name I would; Dor. I will do more:

But when I say Sebastian, dear Sebastian, But fear not Muley-Zeydan: his soft metal I kiss the name I speak. Melts down with easy warmth; runs in the mould, Seb. We must make haste, or we shall never. And needs no farther forge. [Erit DORAX.


I would say something that's as dear as this; Re-enter ALMEYDA, led by MORAYMA, and fol- Nay, would do more than say: one moment lowed by her Attendants.

longer, Seb. See where she comes again!

And I should break through laws divine and hu, By heav'n, when I behold those beauteous eyes,

man, Repentance lags, and sin comes hurrying on. And think 'em cobwebs, spread for little man, Alm. This is too cruel !

Which all the bulky herd of nature breaks. Seb. Speak’st thou of love, of fortune, or of The vigorous young world was ignorant death,

Of these restrictions, 'tis decrepit now;
Or double death ? for we must part, Almeyda. Not more devout, but more decay'd and cold.
Alm. I speak of all;

All this is impious; therefore we must part:
For all things that belong to us are cruel ; For, gazing thus, I kindle at thy sight,
But what's most cruel, we must love no more. And, once burnt down to tinder, light again
O'tis too much that I must never see you,

Much sooner than before.
But not to love you is impossible:
No, I must love you: Heav’n may bate me that,

Re-enter DORAX.
And charge that sinful sympathy of souls

Alm. Here comes the sad denouncer of iny Upon our parents, when they lov'd too well.

fate, Seb. Good heav'n, thou speak’st my thoughts, To toll the mournful knell of separation : and I speak thine.

While I, as on my death-bed, hear the sound, Nay, then there's incest in our very souls, That warns me hence for ever. For we were form'd too like.

Seb. (To Dor.] Now be brief, Alm. Too like indeed,

And I will try to listen, And yet not for each other.

And share the minute that remains betwixt Sure, when we part (for I resolv’d it too, The care I owe my subjects and my love. Though you propos'd it first,) however distant, Dor. Your fate has gratified you all she can, We shall be ever thinking of each other, Gives easy misery, and makes exile pleasing. And, the same moment, for each other pray. I trusted Muley Zeydan, as a friend, Seb. But if a wish should come athwart our But swore him first to secresy: he wept prayers !

Your fortune, and with tears not squeez’d by art, Alm. It would do well to curb it, if we could. But shed from nature, like a kindly shower :

Seb. We cannot look upon each other's face, In short, he proffer'd more than I demanded; But, when we read our love, we read our guilt ; A safe retreat, a gentle solitude, And yet methinks I cannot chuse but love. Unvex'd with noise, and undisturb'd with fears: Alm. I would have ask'd you, if I durst for I chose you one. shaine,

Alm. O do not tell me where! If still you lov’d? you gave it air before me. For if I knew the place of his abode, Ah, why were we not born both of a ses; I should be tempted to pursue his steps, For then we might bave lov’d without a crime! And then we both were lost. Why was not I your brother? though that wish Seb. Ev’n past redemption : Involv'd our parents' guilt, we had not parted; For, if I knew thou wert on that design, We had been friends, and friendship is not incest. (As I must know, because our souls are one,) Seb. Alas, I know not by what name to call I should not wander, but, by sure instimet, thee!

Should meet thee just half-way, in pilgrimage, Sister and wife are the two dearest names; And close for ever: for I know my love And I would call thee both, and both are sin. More strong than thine, and I more frail than Unhappy we, that still we must confound

thou. The dearest names into a common curse !

Alm. Tell me not that: for I must boast my Alm. To love, and be belov'd, and yet be

crime, wretched !

And cannot bear that thou shouldst better love. Seb. To have but one poor night of all our Dor. I may inform you both: for you must go, lives!

Where seas, and winds, and desarts will divide It was indeed a glorious, guilty night;

you. Se happy, that, torgive me heav'n, I wish, Under the ledge of Atlas lies a cave,


Cut in the living rock, by Nature's hands, Last, let me swear yog all to secresy;
The venerable seat of holy hermits,

And, to conceal my shame, conceal my life.
Who there, secure in separated cells,

Dor. Ant. Mor. We swear to keep it secret. Sacred ev'n to the Moors, enjoy devotion; Alm. Now I would speak the last farewell, I And, from the purling streams and savage fruits, Have wholesome bev'rage, and unbloody feasts. It would be still farewell, a thousand times, Seb. 'Tis penance too voluptuous for my And, multiply'd in echos, still farewell. crime.

I will not speak, but think a thousand thousand. Dor. Your subjects, conscious of your life, are And be thou silent too, my last Sebastian; few,

So let us part in the dumb pomp of grief. But all desirous to partake your exile,

My heart's too great, or I would die this moment: And to do office to your sacred person;

But death, I thank him, in an hour, has made The rest, who think you dead, shall be dismiss'd, A mighty journey, and I haste to meet him. Under safe convoy, till they reach your


(She staggers, and her women hold her up. Alm. But how am wretched I to be dispos'd? Seb. Help to support this feeble, drooping A vain enquiry, since I leave my lord ;

flower; For all the world beside is banishment!

This tender sweet, so shaken by the storm; Dor. I have a sister, abbess in Terceras, For these fond arms must thus be stretch'd in Who lost her lover on her bridal day:

vain, Alm. There fate provided me a fellow-turtle, And never, never must embrace her more. To mingle sighs with sighs, and tears with tears. 'Tis past-my soul goes in that word ;Dor. Last, for myself, if I have well fulfill'd

farewell. My sad commission, let me beg the boon, (ALVAREZ goes with SEBASTIAN to one end To share the sorrows of your last recess,

of the Stage; women with ALMEYDA to And mourn the common losses of our loves.

the other. Alv. And what becomes of me? must I be left, Dorax, coming up to ANTONIO and MORAYMA, As age and time had worn me out of use? These sinews are not yet so much unstrung,

who stand on the middle of the stage. To fail me when my master should be serv’d; Dor. Haste to attend Almeyda: for your sake And when they are, then will I steal to death, Your father is forgiven: but to Antonio Silent, and unobserv’d, to save his tears. He forfeits half his wealth : be happy both.

Seb. I've heard you both: Alvarez, have thy wish; And let Sebastian's and Almeyda's fate But thine, Alonzo, thine, is too unjust.

This dreadful sentence to the world relate, I charge thee with my last commands, return, That unrepented crimes of parents dead, And bless thy Violante with thy vows.

Are justly punish'd on their children's head. Antonio, be thou happy too in thine.

[Exeunt omnes.



Mor. I QUAR'D at heart, for fear the royal fa- | And sinn'd till we repented of each other. shion

Mor. Beast as you are, on nature's laws to Should have seduc'd us two to separation :

trample! To be drawn in, against our own desire,

"Twere fitter that we follow'd their example; Poor 1 to be a nun, poor you a friar.

And since all marriage in repentance ends, Ant. I trembled when the old man's hand 'Tis good for us to part while we are friends. 'was in,

To save a maid's remorses and confusions, He would have prov'd we were too near of kin: E’en leave me now before we try conclusions. Discovering old intrigues of love, like t'other, Ant. To copy their example, first make certain Betwixt my father and thy sinful mother; Of one good hour, like theirs, before our parting; To make us sister Turk, and Christian brother. Make a debauch o'er night of love and madness, Mor. Excuse me there; that league should have And marry when we wake in sober sadness. been rather

Mor. I'll follow no new sects of your inventing, · Betwixt your mother and my Mufti father; One night might cost me nine long months re"Tis for my own and my relations' credit,

penting : Your friends should bear the bastard, mine should First wed, and if you find that life a fetter,

Die when you please, the sooner, sir, the better: Ant. Suppose us two, Almeyda and Sebastian, My wealth would get me love ere I could ask it: With incest prov'd upon us

Oh, there's a strange temptation in the casket ! Mor. Without question,

All these young sharpers would my grace imporTheir conscience was too queasy of digestion.

tune, Ant. Thou wouldst have kept the counsel of thy and make me thund'ring votes of lives and for

get it.










To you, great judges in this writing age, Nay, never once lampoon'd the harmless life The sons of wit, and patrons of the stage,

Of suburb virgin, or of city wife. With all those humble thoughts, which still have Satire's the effect of poetry's disease, sway'd,

Which, sick of a lewd age, she vents for ease; His pride much doubting, trembling and afraid But now her only strife should be to please : Of what is to his want of merit due,

Since of ill fate the baneful cloud's withdrawn, And aw'd by every excellence in you,

And happiness again begins to dawn, The author sends; to beg you would be kind, Since back with joy and triumph he is come, And spare those many faults you needs must That always drove fears hence, ne'er brought 'em find.

home. You, to whom wit a common foe is grown,

Oft has he plough'd the boisterous ocean o'er, The thing ye scorn and publicly disown;

Yet ne'er more welcome to the longing shore, Though now perhaps ye're here for other ends, Not when he brought home victories before; He swears to me ye ought to be his friends: For then fresh laurels flourish'd on his brow, For he ne'er called ye yet insipid tools ;

And he comes crown'd with olive branches now. Nor wrote one line to tell ye you were fools : Receive him! Oh receive him, as his friends, But says of wit you have so large a store, Embrace the blessings which he recommends; So very much, you never will have more. Such quiet as your foes shall ne'er destroy ; He ne'er with libel treated yet the town, Then shake off fears, and clap your hands for The names of honest men bedaub’d and shown;



POLYDORE,} his sons.


Page. Acasto, a nobleman retired from the court, and Chaplain. liring prirately in the country.

Servant. ,

WOMEN. CHAMONT, a young soldier of fortune, brother to MONIMIA, the Orphan, left under the guardian. Monimia.

ship of old Acasto.
Old retainers of Acusto.

SERINA, Acasto's daughter.
FLORELLA, Monimiu's woman.


SCENE,- Bohemia.



Ern. Never was parent in an offspring hapSCENE I.


He has a daughter too, whose blooming age Enter PAULINO and ERNESTO.

Promises goodness equal to her beauty, Paul. 'Tis strange, Ernesto, this severity Paul. And as there is a friendship 'twixt the Should still reign powerful in Acasto's mind,

brethren, To hate the court, where he was bred and lived, So has her infant nature chosen too All honours heaped on him, that power could A faithful partner of her thoughts and wishes, give.

And kind companion of her harmless pleasures. Ern. 'Ï'is true, he came hither a private gen- Ern. You mean the beauteous orphan, fair tleman,

Monimia. But young and brave, and of a family

Paul. The same, the daughter of the brave Ancient and noble as the empire holds.

Chamont; The honours he has gained are justly his; He was our lord's companion in the wars; He purchased them in war: thrice has he led Where such a wondrous friendship grew between An army 'gainst the rebels, and as often

them, Returned with victory. The world has not As only death could end. Chamont's estate A truer soldier, or a better subject.

Was ruined in our late and civil discords; Paul. It was his virtue at first made me serve Therefore, unable to advance her fortune,

He left his daughter to our master's care; He is the best of masters as of friends :

To such a care, as she scarce lost a father. I know he has lately been invited thither,

Ern. Her brother to the emperor's wars went Yet still he keeps his stubborn purpose; cries

early, He's old, and willingly would be rest.

To seek a fortune, or a noble fate; I doubt there's deep resentment in his mind, Whence he, with honour, is expected back, For the late slight his honour suffered there. And mighty marks of that great prince's favour. Ern. Has he not reason? When, for what he Paul. Our master never would permit his sons had borne,

To launch for fortune in the uncertain world; Long, hard, and painful toil, he might have But warns them to avoid both courts and camps, claimed

Where dilatory Fortune plays the jilt Places in honour and employment high; With the brave, noble, honest, gallant man, A huffing, shining, flattering, cringing coward, To throw herself away on fools and knaves. A canker-worm of peace, was raised above him. Ern. They both have forward, generous, acPaul. Yet still he holds just value for the king,

tive spirits. Nor ever names him but with highest reverence. 'Tis daily their petition to their father, 'Tis noble that.

To send them forth where glory's to be gotten: Ern. Oh! I have heard him wanton in his They cry, they're weary of their lazy home, praise,

Restless to do something, that fame may talk of. Speak things of him might charm the ears of To-day they chased the boar, and near this time envy.

Should be returned. Paul. Oh, may he live, till nature's self


Paul. Oh, that's a royal sport! old,

We yet may see the old man in a morning, And from her womb no more can bless the earth! Lusty as health, conie ruddy to the field, For, when he dies, farewell all honour, bounty, And there pursue the chase, as if he meant All generous encouragement of arts;

To o'ertake time, and bring back youth again. For charity herself becomes a widow.

[Ereunt. Ern. No; he has two sons, that were ordained to be

SCENE II.-A Garden.
As well his virtues' as his fortune's heirs.
Puul. They're both of nature mild, and full of

Enter CASTALIO, POLYDORE, and Page. sweetness;

Cast. Polydore, our sport They came twins from the womb, and still they Has been to-day much better for the danger; live,

When, on the brink, the foaming boar I met, As if they would go twins too to the grave : And in his side thought to have lodged my Neither has any thing he calls his own,

spear, But of each other's joys, as griefs partaking; The desperate savage rushed within my force, So very honestly, so well they love,

And bore me headlong with him down the rock. As they were only for each other born.

Pol. But then


Cast. Ay, then, my brother, my friend, Poly- Pol. I told you I had done :

But you, Castalio, would dispute it.
Like Perseus mounted on his winged steed, Cast. No;
Came on, and down the dangerous precipice Not with my Polydore ; though I must own

My nature obstinate, and void of sufferance :
To save Castalio. 'Twas a godlike act ! Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart,

Pol. But, when I came, I found you conqueror. Attended on his throne by all his guards
Oh, my heart danced to see your danger past ! Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions.
The heat and fury of the chase was cold, I could not bear a rival in my friendship,
And I had nothing in my mind but joy.

I am so much in love, and fond of thee.
Cast. So, Polydore, methinks, we might in war Pol. Yet you would break this friendship.
Rush on together : thou shouldst be my guard, Cast. Not for crowns
And I be thine; what is't could hurt us then? Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy:
Now half the youth of Europe are in arms, Unjust Castalio!
How fulsome must it be to stay behind,

Cast. Prithee, where's my fault? And die of rank diseases here at home?

Pol. You love Monimia. Pol. No! let me purchase in my youth re- Cast. Yes.

Pol. And you would kill me, To make me loved and valued when I am old; If I'm


rival. I would be busy in the world, and learn,

Cast. No; sure we are such friends,
Not like a coarse and useless dunghill weed, So much one man, that our affections, too,
Fixed to one spot, and rot just as I grow. Must be united, and the same as we are.
Cast. Our father

Pol. I doat upon Monimia.
Has ta'en himself a surfeit of the world,

Cast. Love her still;
And cries, “It is not safe that we should taste it:' | Win and enjoy her.
I own I have duty very powerful in me;

Pol. Both of us cannot.
And though I'd hazard all to raise my name, Cast. No matter
Yet he's so tender, and so good a father, Whose chance it prove; but let's not quarrel
I could not do a thing to cross his will.

for it. Pol. Castalio, I have doubts within my heart, Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you? Which you, and only you, can satisfy.

Cast. Wed her! Will you be free and candid to your friend? No; were she all desire could wish, as fair Cast. Have I a thought my Polydore should | As would the vainest of her sex be thought, not know?

With wealth beyond what woman's pride could What can this mean?

waste, Pol. Nay, I'll conjure you too,

She should not cheat me of my freedom. Marry! By all the strictest bonds of faithful friendship, When I am old, and weary of the world, To show your heart as naked in this point, I may grow desperate, As you would purge you of your sins to heaven. And take a wife to mortify withal. Cast. I will.

Pol. It is an elder brother's duty so Pol. And should I chance to touch it nearly, To propagate his family and name: bear it

You would not have yours die and buried with you? With all the sufferance of a tender friend.

Cast. Mere vanity, and silly dotage all. Cast. As calmly as the wounded patient bears No, let me live at large, and when I die The artist's hand, that ministers his cure.

Pol. Who shall possess the estate you leave ? Pol. That's kindly said.—You know our fa- Cast. My friend, ther's ward,

If he survives me; if not, my king, The fair Monimia. Is your heart at peace? Who may bestow it again on some brave man, Is it so guarded, that you could not love her? Whose honesty and services deserve one. Cast. Suppose I should?

Pol. 'Tis kindly offered. Pol. Suppose you should not, brother?

Cast. By yon heaven, I love Cast. You'd say I must not.

My Polydore beyond all worldly joys; Pol. That would sound too roughly

And would not shock his quiet, to be blest 'Twixt friends and brothers, as we two are. With greater happiness than man e'er tasted. Cast. Is love a fault?

Pol. And by that heaven, eternally I swear, Pol. In one of us it may be.

To keep the kind Castalio in my heart What if I love her?

Whose shall Monimia be ? Cust. Then I must inform you

Cast. No matter whose. I loved her first, and cannot quit the claim, Pol. Were you not with her privately last But will preserve the birth-right of my passion.

night? Pol. You will ?

Cast. I was, and should have met her here Cast. I will.

again; Pol. No more, I've done.

But the opportunity shall now be thine ; Cast. Why not?

Myself will bring thee to the scene of love :

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